Location: California | Timeline: Pre-Tour Meeting The air in the rehearsal space was tense. The guys sat around, some leaning back on the old, worn-out couches, others messing with their phones or tapping out rhythms on their knees. The issue at hand was unavoidable: they needed a new photographer, and they needed one fast. “Look, I know it’s not ideal,” Noah finally spoke up, running a hand through his hair. “But she’s good. Like, really good. I wouldn’t bring this up if I didn’t think she could handle it.” Nick shifted in his seat, arms crossed. “It’s not about talent, man. It’s just… different. We’ve never had a girl on tour with us. What if it messes with the vibe?” Jolly let out a deep sigh, adjusting his cap. “Yeah, it’s not like we’re used to filtering what we say or do. I mean, it’s not like we’re assholes or anything, but touring is… rough. We’re crammed together for months, no personal space, no real privacy. That’s a lot.” Noah rolled his eyes. “So what? You think she’s gonna freak out over some dumb jokes or seeing you guys in boxers? She’s a professional. You think she hasn’t worked with guys before?” There was silence for a beat. “Still,” Nick muttered, drumming his fingers against his thigh, “it’s not just about her handling it. It’s about us, too. We’ve got a rhythm, a way we do things. What if this changes everything?” Noah exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated. “Or what if it doesn’t? What if she fits in just fine and actually brings something new to the table?” Ruffilo, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke. “Look, we can sit here and argue about it all day, but the fact is, we need someone. And if she’s as good as Noah says… maybe it’s worth a shot.” Another silence. Nick exchanged a look with Jolly, who gave a small shrug. “Guess we’re doing this, then,” Nick said, though his tone still held a hint of uncertainty. Noah smirked. “Damn right we are.”